Common — In My Own World Check the Method

[Hook] Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method [Verse 1: No I.D] No time to get all excited, just write it From the inside let the pen slide, and spread The ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?) Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision To mold you, compose you Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure Words out my cipher, the life of my circle Pain trapped inside of me, Cabrini to Ida B., don't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch I excite your brain til I'm out of your system Beat digger, not a nigga or a niggaro I figure you're the winner of the bread Precede your thoughts 'fore they come into your head (Yo, kid kinda nice) From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise Heads I'm boring, soaring to a new height of flight And then fight the night With a light to gain sight make your competition say aight No I.D. from the city with a beach on thirty-first Making all butt crews disperse I'm in my own world [Hook] Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method Yeah yeah, now check the method [Verse 2: Common] I say pay attention boy, I say uk look at here I want you to see me; when you do, you look in fear I dilate pupils that's cornea than a retina My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me Cheap ass niggas, go and purchase it I ain't do all this work for shit My style's my child I gave birth to it Like an immaculate conception, clean I came Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name I put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goes It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes I love black thighs, you sisters better realize The real hair and real eyes get real guys So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon' be like "I can't believe it! I got shot!" Bowe, so I lick one, not for Riddick But I got the Rid, for my dick And the crab MC's that be all over it Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb? I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Kendall I remember me and Dion tried to get into Mendel I didn't have No I.D., they wouldn't let me in Now them same gumps be askin' me to get them in I be like, "You don't know me... fool" And color him purple (why?), 'cause he ain't in my circle Now I'm talkin' square biz to you and I'm out I'm in my own world